"What are we?" You can't help but wonder in your mind.

Yi Sang is an enigma to you, that much is clear. But as of recent, you just... simply cannot get read the woman's feelings at all, whether it be through gestures, her expression or the way she talks. Whenever she lays her head on your shoulder, the blush on her somber face is visible. When she accidentally intertwines your hands, a small smile is visible on that face of hers. But when you ask her what she feels about you, she always calls you a friend.

Then why does her smile falter slightly as the word leaves her mo-

"You appear to be thinking deeply about something." That voice. That dreamy, yet mellow voice pulls you out of your thoughts. You find yourself next to Yi Sang at a cafe, a small latte in your hand. Her dead-looking eyes portrayed something deeper as she looked at you. But unsurprisingly, it's locked away from you and the world, as usual.